Does Grammy Night Portend a New British Invasion?

Hello Music-Lovers,

This Grammys Night post is delayed by a day because the sad demise of Whitney Houston took precedence.  As one might have expected, the show turned into a tribute of sorts to Whitney.  Indeed, Entertainment Industry honcho Clive Davis’s pre-party set the scene for the Grammys as it turned into a bit of a ‘Whitneython’.   At the Awards proper, Jennifer Hudson, who has to some extent modelled herself on Whitney, made a few eyes well up with her performance I Will Always Love You.

The news of the night was the comeback of Adele – and how!  She took six awards including a sweep of the big three (song, record, album).  Her album 21 has been a record-breaking monster seller in America.  Does all this portend a new British Invasion?  Will the Sceptred Isle launch a slew of Adele wannabes?

Adele just pipped Rockers Foo Fighters, the runners-up with five awards.  A refreshing change from over-produced tracks, Foo Fighters’ winner was a Creedence Clearwater type of acoustically recorded number by this classic garage band.

The year’s award-winners were an interesting mix between big-name acts and up-and-coming unknowns.  Thus, Taylor Swift, Chris Brown, Jay-Z, and Kanye West took the gilt gramophone replica alongwith lesser known singers Cee Lo Green, Bon Iver, and Lady Antebellum.  No limelight for big-names Lady Gaga or Kate Perry though, as one was sidelined and the other overshadowed.

Grammy Night also took a look back – way back: Glen ‘Rhinestone Cowboy’ Campbell was honoured with the Lifetime Achievement Award, a tribute was paid to Etta James, Diana Ross belted out a number, the Beach Boys got together, and, for his duet with Amy Winehouse, yet another Grammy went to Tony Bennett! (How does the old man keep doing it? A. Because he’s an ageless legend!)

All said, wasn’t it a well-rounded show?  Something for everyone, I thought.  Even those diehard Elvis fans loved it – after all, someone spotted The King in the third row . . . .

Love me Tender – and I’ll be your Teddy Bear,




Whitney, Our Tragic Valentine

Hello Music-Lovers,

Twenty-four hours ago I submitted my first post for our up-and-coming news section of the website.  In it, I was breezy and a little flippant, thinking I’d be at least as breezy and flippant in my next post.  It turns out that I’ll only be sedate and sombre: for I just found out that Whitney Houston has passed away.

Whitney burst into us music-lovers’ attentions as a very young, inexperienced woman; perhaps even more inexperienced and less coached than some of the well-coached no-talents we see on American Idol and the like.  But she hadn’t needed experience or coaching, though, because she had the goods: a rich yet delightfully feminine voice that eventually spanned a zillion octaves and an innate sense of melody and rhythm.

Whitney broke out a lifetime ago with Saving all my Love for You, that lovely love-song that was a slow-dance favourite.  Though already a big selling artiste, she really hit big time some years later with her pyrotechnic scorcher, I Will Always Love You.  Seldom does one hear an artiste in her prime flex her vocal muscles and incredible range in so tasteful and musical a fashion; so meaningful a fashion.

Whitney Houston had become a household name before the hit-making likes of Gloria Estefan and Mariah Carey had broken out.  She was very much the ‘nice girl’ who used to be associated with clean living.  But after her unpopular marriage to Bobby Brown, her life went a little (a lot?) off-kilter.  Unknown elements like booze, drugs and violence entered her life, and the sensitive, clean-living woman probably just didn’t have the gritty, hardscrabble core to deal with all that trash.  Near the end Whitney could barely belt out half-a-dozen songs in a concert before losing her breath and timing.

There’s nothing to do now but reminisce, listen to the music, and say: We will Always Love You.

In Memoriam to Whitney, our Tragic Valentine,



This is Shane at Lyrster calling all Music Fans!

New blogHey y’all!

This is Shane Kendall calling in from the wildest, woolliest port city in the world.  Welcome to – and remember to bookmark us!  Here at Lyrster we’re your one-stop music news and goss shop.  No matter what you like, we’ve got something for you.

Well, all’s quiet on the Britney front . . . but if a wheel comes off Britney’s wagon again, we’ll cover it for you.  (We know that you’re secretly waitin’ for Britney’s wagon to lose a wheel – ’fess up, yer prayin’ for it, ain’t ya?)

And if Lady Gaga says any more ‘gaga’ things about sexuality and riles someone or the other, we’ll give you our two cents worth.  And if she decides to promote herself to ‘Dame Kooky’, we’ll tell you!

Britney and Gaga not your style?  You want the real deals?

Well then, when BMG RCA release their umpteenth outtake/breakdown/false-start of an Elvis session in special collector’s packaging, we’ll inform you.  (We won’t tell you when some looky-loo spots The King on The Strip in Vegas – that happens every night!)

I also got one Gabriel (yup, that one) as my confidant; he’s promised to tell me if Frank, Sammy, and Dean get politically incorrect and cut loose in that Cabin in the Sky, just like they used to at the Villa Venice in their glory years when they were with us.

You one of dem lounge lizards?  Baby, ain’t I got you covered—

Awright, so when Polydor releases the millionth album recorded by that evergreen German music-machine, James Last (‘Hansie’), Lyrster will be on hand to tell you about it.  In the meantime check out his thrilling version of Around the World and see what you think.

Talk about Around the World, one Anunzio Paolo Mantovani recorded a concert hall version (which you may want to compare with Hansie’s version).  If Monty’s family relents and decides to release a few arrangements scored for a thousand strings plus a variety of woodwinds, bells, even vibraphone and whatnot, we’ll announce it.

Tell us what you like – is it Bossa Nova from Brazil or Rachmaninov from Russia?  We’ll try to cater to every taste!

Till then,